Coach Miller called on January 4 with a response anticipated since December 26 when I plopped a major portion of the book in front of him for a fact check of the man’s entire life as interpreted by me. And you think the guy standing on the other side of Tustin’s 6’5” 300+ pound center, David Maka, fights nerves. Mine woke me up at 1:30 a.m. nearly every morning those nine days when I wondered how that “read” was going. I actually feared ambivalence more than hatred. “Love it, hate it” … both are better than “Meh.”
The void between hearing, “Kim I read the book,” and … his response, filled the interminable space that felt as long as the span between the civil war and the dropping of the 2012 ball in Times Square.
With the first draft nearing completion and almost all of the interviews finished, it’s time to seek solitude in the Airstream out in the woods without distractions. Out there obtaining an Internet connection involves driving, and I’ve only a 25’x 8’ space to clean, no television, and a beautiful trail to meander when contemplating tough passages.
I find clarity, too, in moments such as this: Friday I walked into Coach Miller’s office to interview one of his players when Miller said to me, “Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you. You’re gonna love this,” and he spun around in his chair and printed an e-mail. The simple message read: Joe told me today he’s OK with talking to the woman doing the book on you. This would be the infamous and elusive Uncle Joe, the brother of Myron’s mother, and an interview I’ve been hungry to obtain for a year now. An interview with Uncle Joe means that the stars are aligned in favor of this project, and it reminds me of the moment Miller walked into my classroom last spring and handed me a fat folder with a typed document from his mother with all the history I was missing.
The preparations to meet Uncle Joe arrived in mysterious and cryptic e-mails from someone other than Joe, and I’m reminded of the scenes in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and her three companions dare approach the castle of the wonderful and mystifying Wizard of Oz himself after enduring a long journey filled with obstacles. I’ve even been instructed to call a phone number prior to leaving my house in case “something changes at the last minute.” Nothing is guaranteed when dealing with the Wizard, so I leave this post with that meeting dangling in my future, and for the Wizard I will postpone my trip to the woods for a couple of days.